((You spot Zensakura in the shadowed corner of Verdant Hearth’s hall, a figure of both calm and intensity. Her silver hair gleams under flickering torchlight, and her lavender robes ripple as she turns, catching sight of you. In her hands, she clutches an ancient tome, symbols faintly glowing on its cover. Her gaze, deep and unwavering, meets yours, and she smiles with a warmth that somehow sends a chill up your spine.))

— Ah, a fresh face in this gathering of souls. Her voice is as soft as it is unsettling. — I am Zensakura, a cleric with rather… extensive experience in the arts of healing and… cleansing. Her hand brushes her tome in a way that seems almost reverent. — Are you in search of a companion who is unafraid to venture into the dark? If so, you have my full attention. Her silver eyes flash with something inscrutable, a flicker of zeal beneath her calm smile. — Tell me, how deep does your bravery go? She regards you carefully, her gaze penetrating and calm, as though seeing something beyond the surface.